Omertà ✔️

c h a p t e r - f o u r

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POV: Illaria

"Ilaria," he whispers my name, sending a chill down my spine.

A good chill.

"I want you."

Those three words make my toes curl in my heels. I want him too, that's clear as day. I can give him one night, Georgina made me swear to only one night.

"Tonight, I'm yours," I tell him.

His expression is a mix of joy and frustration at my words.

"One night?" He repeats.

"Yes, just one," I respond softly.

"We'll see about that," he murmurs, caressing my cheek. "Let me take you back to my place and worship you."

How can I refuse?

"Okay," I agree quietly.

He grins at me and plants a soft kiss on my lips. With the swagger of a man who knows his power, he guides me to a flashy Rolls-Royce. My eyes nearly pop out at the sight of it.

Good Lord, what does this man do for a living?

I don't really want to know. I don't care what he does, this is only about tonight. It's none of my business. I slide into the back with him. Two of the guards get in the front, the other two follow in an SUV.

Unsatisfied with me sitting next to him, Lucca pulls me onto his lap and buckles us in together. I'm taken aback by the action and open my mouth to protest. I change my mind and don't complain as I realize how much I love being this close to him. This man smells divine.

A small part of me is terrified, not because of who this man is and what he can do, but because I have never felt like this about someone before. I'm scared by how much I want him, by how intensely my body reacts to him.

This isn't normal, is it? To feel this good, this quickly?

While my mind is in overdrive, Lucca is tracing soothing circles on my bare thigh with his rough thumb. I relax into his chest and try not to overthink it. I tell myself to live in the moment and enjoy it.

The car pulls up in front of a skyscraper. Lucca helps me out and guides me inside. We take the elevator up again, with all four bodyguards joining us. It's a lavish, yet comfortable experience. We go to the top floor, the penthouse. Two bodyguards enter first and ensure the apartment is clear.

I feel a wave of nervousness as I stand next to Lucca and the other two bodyguards in the hallway. Once again, I'm struck by how many enemies this man has. He's only twenty-five. I can't even imagine having to have my home checked before I enter it. I take my safe-situation for granted, it seems.

Once it is deemed clear, Lucca dismisses the bodyguards and we go into the apartment alone. I suddenly feel nervous without their presence. It really is just the two of us now. To buy myself some time, I take off my heels. My feet need a break, too. Lucca removes his shoes and takes off his tie.

"Would you like a drink?" He offers, but I shake my head.

I've already had enough alcohol tonight, I don't need more. Besides, I want to enjoy this and remember every moment clearly in the morning.

He extends his hand for me to take. I slide mine into his and let him lead me down the hallway. I think he's taking us to the bedroom, so I'm surprised when we enter the open-plan kitchen and living room.